More than anything else that day, what Buffy thought was weird was that the light around him was gold. Warm, sunny blazingly bright. She¹d always thought of him as cold, the harsh quiet moonlight on the cemetery after midnight. Even when they were together and he was burning her up, it was fire that burned with unbearable chill. There was never anything warm about him.
Hard edges, cold metal. None of his glow was internal it was the reflection of something else, like the moon.
She¹d always assumed that Spike would go up in a blaze of silver, not gold.
(originally for Sunday 100)